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Raullaur It's a busy day in Great Forks, and, as usual, there is a large religious festival going on, this one for the Wood Dragon. Everything is in lush greens, and more intoxicants and potables flow than usual. Which makes the lionman stand out a bit. He's sitting calmly at a table in front of one of the tea houses, and has a couple of green scarfs draped over his shoulders around his mane, but he's dressed in cream-colored linen and leather shirt and trousers, watching the festivities soberly as he eats and drinks in moderation.
Spring Wind Spring is getting her party on, this time cavorting about in a slightly stained green scarf with a messily embroidered dragon in yellow thread on it. Taking a seat at a table off to his side, she calls over to one of the servers. "Heyheyhey. Got any fruit blend teas?.. Awesome, thanks." she says her side of the conversation more audible over the noise. She then drops a few coins on the table for payment, which the server immediately scoops up. Leaning back, she tilts her chair to stand on its hind legs for a moment and look at Raullaur upside-down. "Hi there!" she says with a grin. She's blushing a little, but that could just as easily be from working herself up as drink.
Raullaur Raullaur looks over and gives a smiles to the young woman. He's much taller and broader, and golden slitted eyes widen. Then lips curl back from his muzzle, and even though he shows teeth, well, it looks to be an attempt at a smile. "And a good festival to you," he says, rumbling, almost purring in a deep baritone voice. "How are you enjoying things?"
Spring Wind "Preeeeetty good." Spring says, "Sextis Jylis' parties are something else, life and good times right?" she asks, before placing a foot down and spinning on one of her chair's legs to face him with the back of the chair to her table. "What brings you here anyway? You seem like you're from out of town, or I'm just completely losing it and I'm chatting up a riverboater that's been here dozens of times."
Raullaur "Lots a fun. Almost as fun as Serenity's festivals. As for me?" He takes a drink from his cup and sets it down. "Moved north to come here. Looking to earn enough to buy enough land for a tribal home." His accent is...rustic. Uncultured. Somewhat Flame-ish? "Raullaur," he says, almost growling, "Warleader of the Lion's Pride." Which fits with the rumors of the leonine merc band. "And what's your name, miss?"
Spring Wind "Spring Wind. I'm actually from the South originally, but I haven't been there since I was..." she says, then lets out a breath thoughtfully. "Damn. What, 4? 6?" she guesses. The server comes by, setting down the tea as she nods. "Thanks!" she calls out as the server walks back in and she takes a sip from the cup. "I'm glad you're actually looking to keep things quiet and not charge in saying, 'Hey, I rule this chunk of the Hundred Kingdom now'. I mean they could use stability, sure, but... I guess it tells me that you've got your feet on the ground more than some people who look for a place to live."
Raullaur "Well, Guild tried kidnapping us, but I managed to...sort that out. And then, well...we've been moving north ever since. Don't know that we were ever really in the South. Just nameless savannahs far as we could ever see and roam." He chuckles a bit, "Anyhow, it's the people who are important, more than the land. So...need to make sure they are well. What brings you here to the city of a thousand gods?"
Spring Wind "Ughhhh Guild slavery, man." Spring says, shaking her head. "That. See, my dad was an outright briliant merchant. Still is I guess, just not really doing a lot of merchant-ing." she explains shrugging lightly. "But apparently being honest isn't something the Guild likes... Basically we had to skip Chiaroscuro for here, start over and make our own way. It's been a while, but we're doing alright for ourselves. Not starving, not getting some jerk riding us for speaking out of turn or something." she observes, though it seems like something else might be bothering her from her expression and movements.
Raullaur Raullaur frowns a bit. "You ok? Ya look a bit troubled," he says. "But being honest is a good reputation to have, and not one to give up likely...depending on what you sell, I'll take a look." He flicks his ears and leans forward a bit. "So what do /you/ do? Help your family? Something else?"